One day, my mom and I went to Walmart. We went to the greenhouse in the back to look at the flowers. As I walked down the isle, inspecting each gracious flower carefully, like a hawk gazing at a field mouse, I heard a crash.
I turned around to see a man. He had crashed his cart into the tiki lamp boxes. I rushed over to help him pick them up so no one could slip and fall on them. Everyone just stood there, gawking at me.
As I picked up the last one, we both stood up. He gave me a wide smile, shook my hand, and said,
“Thank you so much for helping me.”
He had a small white beard, a dusty hat that looked like it had just come down from a tall, dirty, shelf, he wore a shirt that was camouflouge, and jeans.
When I went back to my mom and was carefully back to inspecting, a staff member walked over. She shook my hand and said,
“ Thanks.”
She told me,
“If you didn’t help pick them up, someone could have gotten hurt.”
I knew it was the right thing to do, and without thinking about it, I had just reacted and helped.
When I kept getting smiles and when I shook hands with the store clerk and the man, I knew it instantly, I felt like a super hero that just saved the day of disaster. Even though there were only really 12 or 13 tiki lamps and they just fell over. Although the smallest of problems can always hurt. I couldn’t even imagine the pain of someone tripping or slipping on one of the lamps, and then falling hard on concrete flooring. It would hurt, and probably really bad.
To this day, I can still remember the loud clank of the tiki torches, and the cart and all the groceries almost spilling out. I also can’t forget about the man who said he was grateful and how he looked as if he came out of a tornado. I also can’t forget the store clerk and how she was very sweet and benevolent. Most importantly, I can’t forget what I was thinking, and how I felt. I felt like a savior. A super hero who just saved a life. I was thinking all those things. I was also thinking about what the man had thought. I thought he was saying to himself,
“Wow. An 8-year-old girl just did the right thing. She helped me pick up the tiki lamps and even pulled my cart back up in the upright position!”
That’s what I thought he was saying. I don’t know exactly, but I was only 8 so I thought he was. It still grows inside my mind of the day I actually did something right. I helped a man by picking up lamps, and tilting his cart back up. I felt like a hero inside, and deep inside, I knew there was a hero. An 8-year-old hero.
Now I realize that it’s great to help. Not just in your house, but everywhere. Get out of you comfort zone because if something happens, you wish you could go back in time and change it. Life hasn’t created time machines. Help at the right time, and don’t hesitate when it comes.
By: Kayte M.
One day, my mom and I went to Walmart. We went to the greenhouse in the back to look at the flowers. As I walked down the isle, inspecting each gracious flower carefully, like a hawk gazing at a field mouse, I heard a crash.
I turned around to see a man. He had crashed his cart into the tiki lamp boxes. I rushed over to help him pick them up so no one could slip and fall on them. Everyone just stood there, gawking at me.
As I picked up the last one, we both stood up. He gave me a wide smile, shook my hand, and said,
“Thank you so much for helping me.”
He had a small white beard, a dusty hat that looked like it had just come down from a tall, dirty, shelf, he wore a shirt that was camouflouge, and jeans.
When I went back to my mom and was carefully back to inspecting, a staff member walked over. She shook my hand and said,
“ Thanks.”
She told me,
“If you didn’t help pick them up, someone could have gotten hurt.”
I knew it was the right thing to do, and without thinking about it, I had just reacted and helped.
When I kept getting smiles and when I shook hands with the store clerk and the man, I knew it instantly, I felt like a super hero that just saved the day of disaster. Even though there were only really 12 or 13 tiki lamps and they just fell over. Although the smallest of problems can always hurt. I couldn’t even imagine the pain of someone tripping or slipping on one of the lamps, and then falling hard on concrete flooring. It would hurt, and probably really bad.
To this day, I can still remember the loud clank of the tiki torches, and the cart and all the groceries almost spilling out. I also can’t forget about the man who said he was grateful and how he looked as if he came out of a tornado. I also can’t forget the store clerk and how she was very sweet and benevolent. Most importantly, I can’t forget what I was thinking, and how I felt. I felt like a savior. A super hero who just saved a life. I was thinking all those things. I was also thinking about what the man had thought. I thought he was saying to himself,
“Wow. An 8-year-old girl just did the right thing. She helped me pick up the tiki lamps and even pulled my cart back up in the upright position!”
That’s what I thought he was saying. I don’t know exactly, but I was only 8 so I thought he was. It still grows inside my mind of the day I actually did something right. I helped a man by picking up lamps, and tilting his cart back up. I felt like a hero inside, and deep inside, I knew there was a hero. An 8-year-old hero.
Now I realize that it’s great to help. Not just in your house, but everywhere. Get out of you comfort zone because if something happens, you wish you could go back in time and change it. Life hasn’t created time machines. Help at the right time, and don’t hesitate when it comes.